An Autumn For The Soul, Unsettling Temporary Sanctuary

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Falling into a weakened staggered rhythm, one can slip into an abandoned home precariously hanging from a cliff's edge, the door quickly slammed, and sealed, all warm air beyond the walls quickly finds itself pushed away by the chilled foggy shield, The precarious shelter locked into battle with a worthy match, carrying a heart colder than absolute zero, Windows crack, and anxiety elevates as all that can be perceived from around one fades beyond a foggy veil, windows beginning to fail, Maddened by the bind of one's own prison in a dying world, questioning how much time is left, lost without guidance, cast astray, A failing shelter in a dying world,